Sending Off the Dead (20)

Some green moss grew on the stone steps, making them slippery underfoot.

Zhao Yijiu rolled his shoulders and shook Zhao Ruru off like a coat. Under Zhao Ruru's faintly resentful gaze, he climbed the steps.

The moonlight had nearly faded away here.

Its glow was no longer dazzling. It dispersed gradually, and the closer they got to the gate of the mountain-top funeral home, the dimmer it became.

Zhao Ruru glanced back. "Hey, the way we came is gone."

The path of moonlight that had guided them all the way here had silently disappeared. Looking down from the mountaintop now, they could only see a vast stretch of dark treetops.

She stopped and raised a hand to measure the distance, a note of caution flashing in her eyes.

"Look, the shape of this mountain is wrong. It's much gentler than the one we just climbed, and the mountain shadows on either side seem to have changed too... This isn't the mountain we climbed!"

They had walked from their campsite all the way to the summit, only to discover, when they looked back down, that the path beneath their feet had somehow become part of another mountain.

It was as if they had been shifted from one place to another. They were prey caught in the middle of it, completely unaware.

They had no idea how far this mountaintop was from the mountain they had originally been on. More importantly, without knowing their location, all the effort they had put into heading toward Fengtou Town for an entire day had been meaningless!

What if the funeral home was at their starting point?

She had no divination tools on her now, and it would be difficult to determine their direction using only hand signs in a place where ghosts were constantly affecting